I think I'm slowly getting sucked into the 3=4 fandom...

Yay!!!
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Trowa left his trailer, hair still wet, dripping on his t-shirt, and hurried over to the side of the lion cages, where he knew Quatre was waiting for him. He heard Quatre's laugh even before he saw him, standing by the cages and surrounded by floating soap bubbles. Quatre watched them, only moving to the side if he noticed one was coming too close to him.

"The fun part of popping them," Trowa said, walking closer. He didn't really know if this was true but the kids who came to the circus always seemed to enjoy that part more.

Quatre blew some more bubbles. "That's what the boy who showed me how to make them said." Quatre shrugged. "I like to watch them. They make the place look like something out of a fairy tale."

Trowa approached Quatre, making sure to avoid all the bubbles he could, and put his arms around him. "And I'm prince charming?"

Quatre shook his head. "Of course not." He raised his chin. "I am."

"I don't do a good princess," Trowa replied.

"You have a different tale in mind." Quatre turned in a circle blowing bubbles around them. "This one is called The Prince and The Clown. No princesses."

"I'm not sure I like that title," Trowa said, but he was smiling.

"Any better ideas?"

Trowa held Quatre's wrist and started pulling him to his trailer. "Let's write the story first, leave the title for last."

Quatre laughed. "Isn't that disorganized?"

Trowa smirked. "There's no reason to hold up the action while waiting for a name."

"Yes," Quatre agreed, and kissed Trowa, slowly and deeply. "Inspiration will strike at the right moment."

Thank you! I'm so glad that you liked it. ^_^